My Werewolf Roommate: Love Beyond the Moon

Chapter 3 ：Unexpected Bedfellows

Life with Lucky had become a delightful routine.

Morning walks in the park, cosy evenings on the couch, and even my workdays at the café were brighter with its presence.

Lucky wasn’t just a companion; He was a constant source of warmth and reassurance, something I hadn’t realized I was missing until he entered my life.

Sometimes, I would find myself kneeling down to stroke his silky fur, marveling at how soft and warm he felt under my fingers.

“Lucky,” I would say with a smile, “sometimes I think you’re more human than a dog with those eyes of yours.”

Lucky would tilt his head in response, his deep, knowing gaze meeting mine. He was as if he understood every word, every thought that flitted through my mind.

That particular night, the weather took a sudden turn. The skies, which had been clear and calm, were now shrouded in thick, foreboding clouds.

Thunder rumbled ominously in the distance, growing louder with each passing moment, and lightning streaked across the sky like jagged scars. Rain lashed against the windows, filling the room with an unsettling cacophony.

I wasn’t usually afraid of storms, but that night was different. The thunder was deafening, shaking the very walls of my apartment.

Each crash sent an involuntary shiver through me, and I found myself clutching a blanket as I tried to steady my nerves.

“Lucky,” I murmured, my voice barely audible over the din, “aren’t you scared?”

He lay on the rug by the couch, his ears twitching slightly at my words but otherwise unbothered by the storm.

His calm demeanor was almost enviable. He lifted his head and looked at me gazed warm and steady.

He felt as if he were silently saying, I’m here. There’s nothing to fear.

I tried to distract myself by turning on the TV, scrolling through the options until I settled on an old classic movie.

Wrapping myself in the blanket, I sank onto the couch. Lucky jumped up beside me, curling up at my feet. The steady warmth against my legs was comforting, a stark contrast to the storm raging outside.

The movie played on, and the rain became a mere backdrop to the story on the screen. Absentmindedly, I reached down to pet Lucky, my fingers weaving through his fur. He was softer than I remembered, like running my hands through a cloud.

The soothing sensation, combined with the steady rhythm of his breathing, lulled me into a state of relaxation. Before I knew it, I had leaned over, resting my head against his warm body.

（Her touch is gentle, her scent comforting. As she leans against me, I can feel the rhythm of her breathing, the warmth of her presence. It’s oddly... intimate. Why does this simple act make me feel so conflicted?

I’ve avoided closeness with humans for so long, yet here I am, allowing her to lean on me, letting her trust me. I should keep my distance, remain cautious. But with her, I feel an unfamiliar desire to stay close, to protect her from everything, even from myself. ）

The movie ended, and the credits rolled silently across the screen. Lyra’s breathing had evened out; she had fallen asleep, her head nestled against my side.

I lifted my head, glancing toward the windows where the storm still raged, ensuring there was no immediate threat. Satisfied, I shifted slightly, careful not to wake her.

But she couldn’t stay on the couch all night—it was no place for her to sleep.

With a soft sigh, he stood, gently easing her weight off me. His body tingled, a familiar sensation coursing through him as I began to shift. A faint blue glow surrounded him, pulsating like ripples in water. My form began to stretch and morph, fur retreating into skin, limbs elongating, muscles tightening.

When the light faded, Lucky was gone. In his place stood Lucian—a tall, broad-shouldered man with jet-black hair and sharp, striking features. His physique was lean but powerful, his skin pale under the dim light. He exhaled, brushing a hand through his hair as he looked down at Lyra, who remained blissfully unaware.

“She’ll catch a cold if she stays like this,” he muttered under his breath.

Leaning down, he carefully slipped one arm under her knees and the other behind her back, lifting her as effortlessly as if she weighed nothing. She stirred slightly, her lips parting to mumble something incoherent, but she didn’t wake.

Lucian carried her toward the bedroom, her hand slipped from the blanket and brushed against his abdomen. Her fingers, still warm from sleep, pressed lightly against the hard ridges of his muscles.

Lucian froze, his face flushing a deep crimson. He glanced down at her, his expression caught somewhere between embarrassment and amusement.

“Even in your sleep, you’re in trouble,” he whispered.

Lyra mumbled something again, her hand lingering for a moment longer before slipping away.

“Lucky… so warm…” she murmured.

He couldn’t help the soft chuckle that escaped his lips. “If only you knew.”

Reaching the bedroom, he gently laid her down on the bed, tucking the blanket snugly around her. For a moment, he stood there, watching her peaceful expression.

Strands of her hair framed her face, her cheeks slightly flushed from sleep. She looked so serene, so utterly at ease, that his heart ached with a mix of emotions he couldn’t quite name.

He finally reached out, his hand hovering just above her cheek. The urge to touch her was overwhelming, but he pulled back at the last second, clenching his fists.

“This world of hers… it’s too pure for someone like me.”

（She’s safe now, and that’s all that matters. But how long can I stay by her side without revealing what I am? Would she look at me with the same warmth if she knew the truth? Or would fear replace that trust in her eyes?

For now, I’ll protect her from the shadows. That’s where I belong. ）

With a quiet sigh, Lucian stepped back, his body once again enveloped in that soft, bluish glow. His form shifted back into Lucky’s smaller, canine body. The transformation was seamless, and within moments, the black dog was back.

He padded silently to the bed, leaping up to curl beside her. Lyra instinctively turned, her arm draping over him as if he were a plush toy. Lucky settled into place, his eyes remaining open as he listened to the soft rhythm of her breathing.

The storm outside had quieted, the rain reduced to a gentle patter. Lucky rested his head on his paws, his gaze fixed on the woman beside him. For now, she was safe, and that was all that mattered.

As the first light of dawn crept into the room, Lucky finally closed his eyes, content to remain her silent guardian for just a little longer.